Mobile Fighter G Gundam: Pawn Royale
Chapter V: The Why
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Katya and Nicholas drove on, Nicholas oblivious to Katya, or so it seemed. She really is beautiful. Now that she's been fed proper, washed, and clothed. She looks absolutely stunning in those tight black pants and shirt.What the hell am I thinking?! She's nothing but.lovely.NO! She's is NOT beautiful! She's dirt! She's below dirt! Nicholas thought. He glanced at her. Pretty.
Katya was oblivious to those thoughts, but was having some of her own. I wish Nicholas would be nice to me for once. His uniform, though, it matches those green eyes of his perfectly.*sigh* I wish he weren't so cold.
"Hey, Katya." Nicholas said, interrupting her thoughts. "You know, you're b-you look nice in that outfit." He told her, glancing at her askance. Katya's face turned as red as her shirt.
"Th-Thank you." Katya said, caught completely off-guard. Did he-Did he just complement me? she thought, puzzled. They rode the rest of the way to New York in silence.
"So we're going to rescue Katya?" Leon asked.
"Yep," Dominique replied.
"Exactly what are we rescuing Katya from?" Leon asked, befuddled. They glared at him, all six eyes.
"What's-his-name.Nicholas." Dominique said. "What are we going to do, exactly? With that son of a b****, I mean."
"We'll leave him." Nastasha said with a shrug.
"We just leave him?" Leon asked in disbelief. There was a moment of silence. "Which 'him' are you talking about? Me or that guy?"
"I don't know." Dominique said with an angry stare at Leon. "Changing directions and leaving you in the Gobi doesn't seem like such a bad idea anymore."
"You-You wouldn't really do that?" Leon asked, eyes nervously darting around the Corlander. Nastasha sighed.
"No. Not yet, anyway. We have to get Katya first. Then we take out the trash."
"What trash?" Leon asked, puzzlement replacing nervousness.
"Good point. There is no trash. 'Trash' would be a compliment." Dominique said with a half-angry, half-amused smirk. "Anso." She muttered. Nastasha snickered.
"Wish I knew what she said." Leon said wistfully. Argo glanced at his wife, who mouthed a word to him.
"No you don't." Argo assured him. "But can we focus on the task at hand? If we don't get Katya back soon, Neo-Russia actually has a rather large chance of winning the tournament."
"And that's a bad thing?" Leon asked.
Argo turned and stared at him. "Keep your eyes on the road, dear," Nastasha warned her husband. Argo turned around and focused on the road ahead of them.
"Cerrar la boca, burro!" Dominique told him. Leon got the gist of the message from her tone, and sank back in his seat.
"But we still have Katya's Gundam to worry about." Leon pointed out sullenly.
Dominque turned to him, and started to insult him. ".burro, estupido, patet-Tu tener razon."
"Huh?" Leon asked.
"You're right. We do have her Gundam to deal with." Dominique said. Nastasha turned to her husband, a questioning look on her face.
"No." Argo said in answer to the silent question.
"Wha'd'yah mean, 'no'?" Dominique asked, anger written clearly on her face.
"He means no." Leon answered. They all glared at him again. Then they turned to face Argo for an explanation.
"What I mean is that it is physically impossible for me to pilot her Gundam." Argo said. He explained further, "Her father was the scientist of our group. He dealt with all of the technological, and mechanical problems."
"Yes.this has to do with what.?" Dominique asked, skeptical and not having a clue as to where this was going.
"He designed her Gundam different than others. He made the Mobile Trace System able to check blood type, genetic codes and other stuff that makes you who you are. And that in turn means that only Katya can pilot the Nebula Gundam." Argo said.
"That makes it harder." Nastasha observed. "We'll just have to leave it."
Dominique sighed. "Yeah, I guess so."
Unaware of the rescue mission being planned, Nicholas and Katya wandered through the street of New York, looking for the Neo-American boxer and Gundam fighter Chibbody Crocket.
"I thought you said you knew where he was!" Nicholas shouted at Katya.
"When I called, they said he was out drinking or something!" Katya defended herself. Nicholas glared at her, but did nothing more. Two days ago, he would have slapped me. Katya thought. It was true, though. Nicholas had mellowed down. Katya looked his features over for the hundredth time. Same strong chin, pointy nose, but his eyes.are they actually less cold? Or are my eyes playing tricks on me? They stopped in front of a bar that had a red neon sign reading "The Arena."
"Well, how 'bout that one?" Nicholas asked. Katya nodded and they walked in. Taking a seat at the counter, Nicholas did something that surprised Katya to no end. "Do you want a drink?"
"Wha-What? A-A drink?" Katya stuttered. He had asked her? "I-I'm underage."
"A nonalcoholic drink." Nicholas explained.
"Uhh.Sure, I guess." Katya said uncertainly. Maybe he just wants to poison me? Naw, then he'd get killed and that is the opposite of his goal in life. "I guess I'll take a Vanilla Coke. Back when I was younger, my dad would always make me a Vanilla Coke. But that was before."
"Sure. Hey bartender!" he called.
"Yeh?" the bartender asked.
"A Vanilla Coke and a nonalcoholic margarita please." Nicholas said.
"Yeh, yeh. Comin'." The bartender called. He put a glass under the soda fountain, then added vanilla syrup. Next he started making Nicholas's margarita.
"Out of wonder, Nicholas, where are your parents?" Katya asked idly as she waited for her Vanilla Coke.
"None o' your business." He said harshly. Katya could sense more than see the pain in his eyes while he said it.
"Maybe if you talked about it, it wouldn't be so painful." Katya suggested, not taking the coldness in his voice as any sort of warning.
"I said none o' your business!" Nicholas yelled and slapped her. Katya held her stinging cheek and looked straight into his eyes.
"I just want to help you Nicholas. Is that so hard for you to understand?" Katya asked quietly, and swept out of the room.
"I don't need the help of anyone but MYSELF!" Nicholas shouted after her.
"Fine." Katya sobbed, just out of the door, so Nicholas couldn't hear. "If you don't need me, I'll leave." Katya ran away. Nicholas realized what she had said and what he had just yelled back at her at the same time. Is that really true? Is the only person I need myself? He asked himself. No one.not for 15 years has ever tried to help me. as he realized this, he found something else too. He liked Katya.
"Katya!" he called. He ran outside, searching frantically for the Neo- Russian fighter. D*** it! Where is she? I'm going to be killed if-Where is that girl? What if something happens to her while I'm not there? She can take care of herself.can't she? Maybe I'm just kiddin' myself.no, I don't think so. "Oh, dammit Katya. I'm sorry."
Katya ran. To where, she did not know. Why? Because Nicholas could never be anything more than a cold, merciless son of a b****. He said he only needed himself. Katya left because he didn't need her. Why, Nicholas? I try to help you, and you push me away. Why.? Katya ran blindly on, ignoring everyone and anyone around her, until one man pointedly stood in her way. She fell into him, sobbing hysterically. After a while, her sobs quieted.
"What would such a beautiful young lady such as yourself be running from, may I ask?" questioned a kind voice from above her.
"I-I try to help him but-he just pushes me away." Katya said, her voice muffled by his shirt.
"Reminds me of someone I used to know." He said reminicently. Katya took a step back and eyed her "rescuer." He had on a violet shirt, blue jacket, black pants and brown shoes.
"I-I'm sorry sir." She said.
"Not a problem." He answered. "Believe me, I know what it's like."
"No.I guess I should go." Katya said, sadness etched in every syllable.
"Nonsense. Don't worry. Come to my place, we can talk there." He said. Katya knew she shouldn't accept, but did anyway. She followed the man into a side way and then into an old house via side door. "So, what's got you down, besides this guy?"
"Can I have your name?" Katya asked.
"Oh! Silly me. I'm used to not introducing myself." He said. He dropped into a chair opposite her. "Once, a long time ago, I was known only as Kyoji."
"Kyoji. I'm Katya Partravich, ex-space pirate and Gundam fighter for Neo- Russia." Katya said, and even though for most, being a Gundam fighter was a source of pride, Katya only sank in her seat when she said it.
"Well, Katya, nice to meet you." Kyoji said. Katya nodding in response. "Now who happens to be this "he" you talked about earlier?"
"Nicholas Strotski, my guard. Actually, he more like my prison warden." Katya said sadly. "All my life I've been either a space pirate, or in jail. I was in jail for the last eight years of my life."
"Ohhhh. Yowch. I bet that was fun." Kyoji said, his voice dripping with irony.
"Oodles." Katya said sarcastically. "My best friend, Castilla, was almost killed in the chase."
"That must have been a thrill." Kyoji said.
"You don't know how much." Katya answered. She thought, Unwanted and unnecessary commentary. Kyoji chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"People are as transparent as glass." Was his reply. "Anyway, can you tell me more about this Nicholas?"
"Sure. I can tell you a lot about him, but none of it's good. He's cold, inconsiderate, heartless, mean, rude, unthinking, insensitive, selfish, self-centered, unsympathetic, uncaring, unkind, impolite, discourteous, disrespectful, callous, cold-hearted, mean-spirited, harsh, stern, cruel, brutal, pitiless, curt, blunt, brash, sharp, nasty, spiteful, hostile, wicked, cold-blooded, monsterous, and inhuman." Katya said, ringing together a whole bunch of words. Then something slipped out of her moth unwanted. "Cute."
" 'Cute' doesn't fit the rest of his description." Kyoji pointed out. Katya blushed a deep crimson. "I get it. No need to say any more." Katya blushed deeper. He sighed himself. "The hard of hand and the harsh of voice are often the kind of heart. A person is the way he is for a reason."
"What's your reason? I can see you want to be somewhere else." Katya asked.
"Like I said, people are as transparent as glass. I would like nothing better to be with my little brother." Kyoji said with a sorrowful voice.
"Then why aren't you?"
"Certain.complications.make that pretty impossible." Then he clutched his forehead, falling from his seat.
"Kyoji! Are you okay?" Katya asked, kneeling next to him.
"Go! Go-as fast-as you can. Get away from here!" Kyoji said, breathing hard and irregularly.
"If you're hurt I can-"
"No!" he shouted. His eyes were flickering from brown to blue to brown. "Just leave!"
Katya nodded sadly and ran out the door she came in from. "Thank you Katya. Let fate let us meet again." Said Kyoji as he slipped on a mask and gloves, his eyes now an unflickering blue.
Katya stood outside of the alleyway in which she entered. Oh, Kyoji. I hope you're all right. Katya was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the shadow flit from one roof to the next. Maybe I should find Nicholas. But.he said he didn't need me, so why should I? I wish I knew what my feelings for him are. Katya thought and set out in the direction of the bar she had left about a half-hour before. After some searching, she found him in a bar, stone drunk and still going at it. She sighed. And he's underage too! She thought. She grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him out.
"Hey! You forgot to pay!" the bartender called.
"Shut your f***ing trap, idiot!" Katya called back. She set Nicholas down on the street.
"What are you doing? How did you get drunk?! How could you get drunk?! For that matter, why did you get drunk?" Katya asked, half scolding him.
"I was *hick* worried about *hick hick* you, Katya *hick*." Nicholas managed through hiccups.
"How many drinks did you have?" Katya asked. She was trying to hide her surprise. Nicholas was worried about her?! No, impossible. He's drunk, he doesn't say what he means. But, if only.that was truth.
"Erm.Coors, Budweiser, Bud Light, Coors Light, Samuel Adams, a margarita, scotch, martini." he went on to list other various beers and alcoholic drinks, naming 15 in all. Katya shook her head.
"I'm amazed you haven't fainted yet." She said sadly, and walked back into the bar. She came out with a pitcher of water in her hands, hoping her remedy would work. She tipped the pitcher, letting the ice water gush onto his head.
"'Ey! Wha' was that for?" he sputtered.
"I heard that drunks could be partially revived using cold water." Katya said. Nicholas wiped wet bangs out of his eyes.
"Yah, well, thank you." He said, his voice still slightly slurred.
"You're welcome." Katya said, blushing ever so slightly. "Anyway, where are your parents?"
"Erm.please hold while yur question is being processed." Nicholas said, scratching his head. Then he snapped. "Oh, yah! Sure you wanna hear?"
"Well, I guess."
"'Kay. When I was three, m' village was attacked by the Neo-Russian army. My dad was killed protecting my brother and I. My brother managed to get away. Then my mom was shot protecting me. I was taken and put to work. I was whipped if I didn't do what they asked of me in what they thought of an appropriate amount of time. I was underfed, and.I think it was child abuse. Anyway, I basically became the cold, inconsiderate, heartless, mean, rude, unthinking, insensitive, selfish, self-centered, unsympathetic, uncaring, unkind, impolite, discourteous, disrespectful, callous, cold- hearted, mean-spirited, harsh, stern, cruel, brutal, pitiless, curt, blunt, brash, sharp, nasty, spiteful, hostile, wicked, cold-blooded, monsterous, and inhuman person I am today." He said. Katya was left speechless. He can come up with all that? He's drunk! And isn't that exactly what I said to Kyoji? This is straaaaange.
"Oh.Nicholas." she said. She sat down and hugged him sympathetically. Nicholas was shocked by this kind gesture. She's hugging me? After all I did to her? I'm actually thinking straight? Woaaaa. No, guess not. Erm.what did I mean by that? All these thoughts passed through his head before he actually processed what Katya was doing to him. Woaaaa! She's hugging me? After all I did to her? This sounds vaguely familiar.guess not. Lost train of thought.. Woaaaa! She's hugging me? After all I did to her? I'm starting to repeat myself here. Katya let go of him, a bit hesitantly. Katya blushed, and looked away.
"Thanks." Nicholas said. He would not, under any circumstances, repeat what thoughts were going through his head, though they were slightly more intelligent than his last ones. She has lovely eyes.and her skin is so creamy.He absently ran a hand through her hair, causing her to shiver (and not from cold, might I add). Silky hair.yah, I'm a drunken a******. But, dear god, she's just perfect.why had I never realized it?
"We should go back now." Katya advised. "I was hoping to have a Gundam fight tomorrow."
"Yah, okay." Nicholas agreed. They walked back to the truck, Nicholas hanging onto Katya (he still couldn't walk straight). Katya went behind the truck to get ready, leaving Nicholas to set out the sleeping bags. Nicholas, being drunk, wasn't thinking right, and instead of putting out the sleeping bags separately, he made one big bed-type thing and got under one sleeping bag. Katya came out, and being as exhausted as she was, didn't notice the difference.until the next morn.
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I'd finally like to thank all of my reviewers.
Black Joker Lady: Argo and Nastasha play a pretty big part in this fic, so you'll see a lot of the asparagus and the silent giant. I'm glad you like this fic and hope this chapter was to your liking. Personally, it's one of my faves. But, y'know, that's just me.
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Chapter V: The Why
NOTE: DARKDRAGON HAS ASSUMED FULL AUTHORSHIP OF THIS STORY!! For details, check out the bio page.
Katya and Nicholas drove on, Nicholas oblivious to Katya, or so it seemed. She really is beautiful. Now that she's been fed proper, washed, and clothed. She looks absolutely stunning in those tight black pants and shirt.What the hell am I thinking?! She's nothing but.lovely.NO! She's is NOT beautiful! She's dirt! She's below dirt! Nicholas thought. He glanced at her. Pretty.
Katya was oblivious to those thoughts, but was having some of her own. I wish Nicholas would be nice to me for once. His uniform, though, it matches those green eyes of his perfectly.*sigh* I wish he weren't so cold.
"Hey, Katya." Nicholas said, interrupting her thoughts. "You know, you're b-you look nice in that outfit." He told her, glancing at her askance. Katya's face turned as red as her shirt.
"Th-Thank you." Katya said, caught completely off-guard. Did he-Did he just complement me? she thought, puzzled. They rode the rest of the way to New York in silence.
"So we're going to rescue Katya?" Leon asked.
"Yep," Dominique replied.
"Exactly what are we rescuing Katya from?" Leon asked, befuddled. They glared at him, all six eyes.
"What's-his-name.Nicholas." Dominique said. "What are we going to do, exactly? With that son of a b****, I mean."
"We'll leave him." Nastasha said with a shrug.
"We just leave him?" Leon asked in disbelief. There was a moment of silence. "Which 'him' are you talking about? Me or that guy?"
"I don't know." Dominique said with an angry stare at Leon. "Changing directions and leaving you in the Gobi doesn't seem like such a bad idea anymore."
"You-You wouldn't really do that?" Leon asked, eyes nervously darting around the Corlander. Nastasha sighed.
"No. Not yet, anyway. We have to get Katya first. Then we take out the trash."
"What trash?" Leon asked, puzzlement replacing nervousness.
"Good point. There is no trash. 'Trash' would be a compliment." Dominique said with a half-angry, half-amused smirk. "Anso." She muttered. Nastasha snickered.
"Wish I knew what she said." Leon said wistfully. Argo glanced at his wife, who mouthed a word to him.
"No you don't." Argo assured him. "But can we focus on the task at hand? If we don't get Katya back soon, Neo-Russia actually has a rather large chance of winning the tournament."
"And that's a bad thing?" Leon asked.
Argo turned and stared at him. "Keep your eyes on the road, dear," Nastasha warned her husband. Argo turned around and focused on the road ahead of them.
"Cerrar la boca, burro!" Dominique told him. Leon got the gist of the message from her tone, and sank back in his seat.
"But we still have Katya's Gundam to worry about." Leon pointed out sullenly.
Dominque turned to him, and started to insult him. ".burro, estupido, patet-Tu tener razon."
"Huh?" Leon asked.
"You're right. We do have her Gundam to deal with." Dominique said. Nastasha turned to her husband, a questioning look on her face.
"No." Argo said in answer to the silent question.
"Wha'd'yah mean, 'no'?" Dominique asked, anger written clearly on her face.
"He means no." Leon answered. They all glared at him again. Then they turned to face Argo for an explanation.
"What I mean is that it is physically impossible for me to pilot her Gundam." Argo said. He explained further, "Her father was the scientist of our group. He dealt with all of the technological, and mechanical problems."
"Yes.this has to do with what.?" Dominique asked, skeptical and not having a clue as to where this was going.
"He designed her Gundam different than others. He made the Mobile Trace System able to check blood type, genetic codes and other stuff that makes you who you are. And that in turn means that only Katya can pilot the Nebula Gundam." Argo said.
"That makes it harder." Nastasha observed. "We'll just have to leave it."
Dominique sighed. "Yeah, I guess so."
Unaware of the rescue mission being planned, Nicholas and Katya wandered through the street of New York, looking for the Neo-American boxer and Gundam fighter Chibbody Crocket.
"I thought you said you knew where he was!" Nicholas shouted at Katya.
"When I called, they said he was out drinking or something!" Katya defended herself. Nicholas glared at her, but did nothing more. Two days ago, he would have slapped me. Katya thought. It was true, though. Nicholas had mellowed down. Katya looked his features over for the hundredth time. Same strong chin, pointy nose, but his eyes.are they actually less cold? Or are my eyes playing tricks on me? They stopped in front of a bar that had a red neon sign reading "The Arena."
"Well, how 'bout that one?" Nicholas asked. Katya nodded and they walked in. Taking a seat at the counter, Nicholas did something that surprised Katya to no end. "Do you want a drink?"
"Wha-What? A-A drink?" Katya stuttered. He had asked her? "I-I'm underage."
"A nonalcoholic drink." Nicholas explained.
"Uhh.Sure, I guess." Katya said uncertainly. Maybe he just wants to poison me? Naw, then he'd get killed and that is the opposite of his goal in life. "I guess I'll take a Vanilla Coke. Back when I was younger, my dad would always make me a Vanilla Coke. But that was before."
"Sure. Hey bartender!" he called.
"Yeh?" the bartender asked.
"A Vanilla Coke and a nonalcoholic margarita please." Nicholas said.
"Yeh, yeh. Comin'." The bartender called. He put a glass under the soda fountain, then added vanilla syrup. Next he started making Nicholas's margarita.
"Out of wonder, Nicholas, where are your parents?" Katya asked idly as she waited for her Vanilla Coke.
"None o' your business." He said harshly. Katya could sense more than see the pain in his eyes while he said it.
"Maybe if you talked about it, it wouldn't be so painful." Katya suggested, not taking the coldness in his voice as any sort of warning.
"I said none o' your business!" Nicholas yelled and slapped her. Katya held her stinging cheek and looked straight into his eyes.
"I just want to help you Nicholas. Is that so hard for you to understand?" Katya asked quietly, and swept out of the room.
"I don't need the help of anyone but MYSELF!" Nicholas shouted after her.
"Fine." Katya sobbed, just out of the door, so Nicholas couldn't hear. "If you don't need me, I'll leave." Katya ran away. Nicholas realized what she had said and what he had just yelled back at her at the same time. Is that really true? Is the only person I need myself? He asked himself. No one.not for 15 years has ever tried to help me. as he realized this, he found something else too. He liked Katya.
"Katya!" he called. He ran outside, searching frantically for the Neo- Russian fighter. D*** it! Where is she? I'm going to be killed if-Where is that girl? What if something happens to her while I'm not there? She can take care of herself.can't she? Maybe I'm just kiddin' myself.no, I don't think so. "Oh, dammit Katya. I'm sorry."
Katya ran. To where, she did not know. Why? Because Nicholas could never be anything more than a cold, merciless son of a b****. He said he only needed himself. Katya left because he didn't need her. Why, Nicholas? I try to help you, and you push me away. Why.? Katya ran blindly on, ignoring everyone and anyone around her, until one man pointedly stood in her way. She fell into him, sobbing hysterically. After a while, her sobs quieted.
"What would such a beautiful young lady such as yourself be running from, may I ask?" questioned a kind voice from above her.
"I-I try to help him but-he just pushes me away." Katya said, her voice muffled by his shirt.
"Reminds me of someone I used to know." He said reminicently. Katya took a step back and eyed her "rescuer." He had on a violet shirt, blue jacket, black pants and brown shoes.
"I-I'm sorry sir." She said.
"Not a problem." He answered. "Believe me, I know what it's like."
"No.I guess I should go." Katya said, sadness etched in every syllable.
"Nonsense. Don't worry. Come to my place, we can talk there." He said. Katya knew she shouldn't accept, but did anyway. She followed the man into a side way and then into an old house via side door. "So, what's got you down, besides this guy?"
"Can I have your name?" Katya asked.
"Oh! Silly me. I'm used to not introducing myself." He said. He dropped into a chair opposite her. "Once, a long time ago, I was known only as Kyoji."
"Kyoji. I'm Katya Partravich, ex-space pirate and Gundam fighter for Neo- Russia." Katya said, and even though for most, being a Gundam fighter was a source of pride, Katya only sank in her seat when she said it.
"Well, Katya, nice to meet you." Kyoji said. Katya nodding in response. "Now who happens to be this "he" you talked about earlier?"
"Nicholas Strotski, my guard. Actually, he more like my prison warden." Katya said sadly. "All my life I've been either a space pirate, or in jail. I was in jail for the last eight years of my life."
"Ohhhh. Yowch. I bet that was fun." Kyoji said, his voice dripping with irony.
"Oodles." Katya said sarcastically. "My best friend, Castilla, was almost killed in the chase."
"That must have been a thrill." Kyoji said.
"You don't know how much." Katya answered. She thought, Unwanted and unnecessary commentary. Kyoji chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"People are as transparent as glass." Was his reply. "Anyway, can you tell me more about this Nicholas?"
"Sure. I can tell you a lot about him, but none of it's good. He's cold, inconsiderate, heartless, mean, rude, unthinking, insensitive, selfish, self-centered, unsympathetic, uncaring, unkind, impolite, discourteous, disrespectful, callous, cold-hearted, mean-spirited, harsh, stern, cruel, brutal, pitiless, curt, blunt, brash, sharp, nasty, spiteful, hostile, wicked, cold-blooded, monsterous, and inhuman." Katya said, ringing together a whole bunch of words. Then something slipped out of her moth unwanted. "Cute."
" 'Cute' doesn't fit the rest of his description." Kyoji pointed out. Katya blushed a deep crimson. "I get it. No need to say any more." Katya blushed deeper. He sighed himself. "The hard of hand and the harsh of voice are often the kind of heart. A person is the way he is for a reason."
"What's your reason? I can see you want to be somewhere else." Katya asked.
"Like I said, people are as transparent as glass. I would like nothing better to be with my little brother." Kyoji said with a sorrowful voice.
"Then why aren't you?"
"Certain.complications.make that pretty impossible." Then he clutched his forehead, falling from his seat.
"Kyoji! Are you okay?" Katya asked, kneeling next to him.
"Go! Go-as fast-as you can. Get away from here!" Kyoji said, breathing hard and irregularly.
"If you're hurt I can-"
"No!" he shouted. His eyes were flickering from brown to blue to brown. "Just leave!"
Katya nodded sadly and ran out the door she came in from. "Thank you Katya. Let fate let us meet again." Said Kyoji as he slipped on a mask and gloves, his eyes now an unflickering blue.
Katya stood outside of the alleyway in which she entered. Oh, Kyoji. I hope you're all right. Katya was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice the shadow flit from one roof to the next. Maybe I should find Nicholas. But.he said he didn't need me, so why should I? I wish I knew what my feelings for him are. Katya thought and set out in the direction of the bar she had left about a half-hour before. After some searching, she found him in a bar, stone drunk and still going at it. She sighed. And he's underage too! She thought. She grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him out.
"Hey! You forgot to pay!" the bartender called.
"Shut your f***ing trap, idiot!" Katya called back. She set Nicholas down on the street.
"What are you doing? How did you get drunk?! How could you get drunk?! For that matter, why did you get drunk?" Katya asked, half scolding him.
"I was *hick* worried about *hick hick* you, Katya *hick*." Nicholas managed through hiccups.
"How many drinks did you have?" Katya asked. She was trying to hide her surprise. Nicholas was worried about her?! No, impossible. He's drunk, he doesn't say what he means. But, if only.that was truth.
"Erm.Coors, Budweiser, Bud Light, Coors Light, Samuel Adams, a margarita, scotch, martini." he went on to list other various beers and alcoholic drinks, naming 15 in all. Katya shook her head.
"I'm amazed you haven't fainted yet." She said sadly, and walked back into the bar. She came out with a pitcher of water in her hands, hoping her remedy would work. She tipped the pitcher, letting the ice water gush onto his head.
"'Ey! Wha' was that for?" he sputtered.
"I heard that drunks could be partially revived using cold water." Katya said. Nicholas wiped wet bangs out of his eyes.
"Yah, well, thank you." He said, his voice still slightly slurred.
"You're welcome." Katya said, blushing ever so slightly. "Anyway, where are your parents?"
"Erm.please hold while yur question is being processed." Nicholas said, scratching his head. Then he snapped. "Oh, yah! Sure you wanna hear?"
"Well, I guess."
"'Kay. When I was three, m' village was attacked by the Neo-Russian army. My dad was killed protecting my brother and I. My brother managed to get away. Then my mom was shot protecting me. I was taken and put to work. I was whipped if I didn't do what they asked of me in what they thought of an appropriate amount of time. I was underfed, and.I think it was child abuse. Anyway, I basically became the cold, inconsiderate, heartless, mean, rude, unthinking, insensitive, selfish, self-centered, unsympathetic, uncaring, unkind, impolite, discourteous, disrespectful, callous, cold- hearted, mean-spirited, harsh, stern, cruel, brutal, pitiless, curt, blunt, brash, sharp, nasty, spiteful, hostile, wicked, cold-blooded, monsterous, and inhuman person I am today." He said. Katya was left speechless. He can come up with all that? He's drunk! And isn't that exactly what I said to Kyoji? This is straaaaange.
"Oh.Nicholas." she said. She sat down and hugged him sympathetically. Nicholas was shocked by this kind gesture. She's hugging me? After all I did to her? I'm actually thinking straight? Woaaaa. No, guess not. Erm.what did I mean by that? All these thoughts passed through his head before he actually processed what Katya was doing to him. Woaaaa! She's hugging me? After all I did to her? This sounds vaguely familiar.guess not. Lost train of thought.. Woaaaa! She's hugging me? After all I did to her? I'm starting to repeat myself here. Katya let go of him, a bit hesitantly. Katya blushed, and looked away.
"Thanks." Nicholas said. He would not, under any circumstances, repeat what thoughts were going through his head, though they were slightly more intelligent than his last ones. She has lovely eyes.and her skin is so creamy.He absently ran a hand through her hair, causing her to shiver (and not from cold, might I add). Silky hair.yah, I'm a drunken a******. But, dear god, she's just perfect.why had I never realized it?
"We should go back now." Katya advised. "I was hoping to have a Gundam fight tomorrow."
"Yah, okay." Nicholas agreed. They walked back to the truck, Nicholas hanging onto Katya (he still couldn't walk straight). Katya went behind the truck to get ready, leaving Nicholas to set out the sleeping bags. Nicholas, being drunk, wasn't thinking right, and instead of putting out the sleeping bags separately, he made one big bed-type thing and got under one sleeping bag. Katya came out, and being as exhausted as she was, didn't notice the difference.until the next morn.
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I'd finally like to thank all of my reviewers.
Black Joker Lady: Argo and Nastasha play a pretty big part in this fic, so you'll see a lot of the asparagus and the silent giant. I'm glad you like this fic and hope this chapter was to your liking. Personally, it's one of my faves. But, y'know, that's just me.
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